At other times, he just thought about the good times they had. Saema had been very good to him and was a great girlfriend; in some ways, he didn’t f...el like he deserved her. Now, though, she had been taken away from him and it was hard for him not to wonder what could have been.As he approached her casket, he peered inside and saw her laying there, brunette hair brushed out of her face and flowing off to the side, her face pink and semi life-like, and her eyes gently closed. Her hands were. I sat down at my vanity to do the real work. Changing my boyish faceinto that of a cock-hungry, husband-satisfying woman.Oh dear. I only had 65 minutes until Mr. Richman's arrival! Thankgoodness I didn't need to set the table, chill the wine, or actuallycook his dinner.That was all taken care of by the Panty Tower staff.I love the cosmetics part. Maybe because I'm so good at it. And I havesuch great material to work with.With 12 minutes to go, I was fully satisfied that my husband would. "I turned from her and started gathering up my jacket and books. She might not think I was serious about this, but I definitely was. She could keep me, or keep her secrets, but not both. I had kept nothing from her. Not that I had much in the way of secrets to keep, but still, I'd been completely honest and open with her.I almost ran into Karen when I opened the front door to leave. She must have heard us yelling earlier. Either that, or else the angry look on my face when I came out of her. She grinned and leaned forward.“So,” she purred. “What. Was. That?”A WHORE’S HONOR“You can’t tell anyone. Promise me,” I said, my voice as serious as I could be. My still physically attached hand clenched and I felt a vague ghost of a hand clenching, somewhere near my hip, near by implanted plug. Techne pursed her lips, then nodded.“Okay,” she said. “I swear, on a whore’s honor.”I looked skeptical. Techne looked offended.“A whore’s honor’s a valuable thing,” she said.“Oh, I know,” I said, my.